As time passed, the rain fell harder and harder.
It was already pitch black. Coupled with the heavy rain, the atmosphere became even more gloomy.
Pyo-wol leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes.
Then, a foul smell penetrated his nostrils.
Oh Gu-kyung’s voice came,
“What do you think?”
“Hmpf! Don’t you trust my skills?”
“That’s not it…”
“This is the Dream Soul Incense. Even a large cow can’t withstand this, what more of that guy?”
Han Buyong’s nervous voice echoed under the rocks.
“Stop it. Aren’t you tired of fighting like this every day?”
“Hoo!”
“I thought so.”
After Yang Cheol-hwan said his piece, the two of them kept their mouths shut, while the rest burst into laughter.
This wasn’t something they experienced in just a day or two.
The two argued every day, and they would only stop once Yang Cheol-hwan intervened.
Yang Cheol-hwan got up from his seat and approached Pyo-wol. Then he tapped him with his toe. When Pyo-wol didn’t budge, he grinned.
“Oh this son of a bitch, he had completely fallen asleep.”
“Of course. Do you think a guy like that can withstand my Dream Soul Incense?”
“You did well.”
Yang Cheol-hwan raised his thumb to Han Buyong, who pursed her lips. Only then did Han Buyong smile brightly.
“Fearless bastard!”
“To camp in a place like this. Does he have a liver out of his stomach?”1
Yang Cheol-hwan’s fellow warriors laughed at Pyo-wol, who had fallen asleep.
A deep smile appeared on Yang Cheol-hwan’s face.
He and his brothers were all on their way after being invited by the Snow Sword Manor.
The Snow Sword Manor, which returned to Runan again, was reborn as a sect with great wealth.
He doesn’t exactly know how they earned so much money, but they were throwing a huge amount of money by inviting famous “masters” in Henan.
Yang Cheol-hwan and his fellow warriors were also on their way to the Snow Sword Manor after being promised a huge amount of money.
Yang Cheol-hwan was originally not a person who is swayed by money. However, the amount offered by Snow Sword Manor was high enough to shake his beliefs.
Furthermore, his brothers had insisted that he should stand on the side of the Snow Sword Manor, so in the end, he gave in too.
Yang Cheol-hwan and his brothers were not very righteous people.
They find those who are traveling alone as nothing more than easy prey for them. Furthermore, they found Pyo-wol’s atmosphere to be quite unusual, and he seemed to have quite a lot of money.
So, while Pyo-wol was asleep, he told Han Buyong to spray the Dream Soul Incense.
Han Buyong approached Pyo-wol.
“Should we see the face of this brother who has his liver out of his stomach?”
Han Buyong pulled down the scarf that covered Pyo-wol’s face with her fingers.
Then, Pyo-wol’s face was revealed.
“Whistle!”
“What kind of guy…”
Oh Gu-kyung and the men couldn’t help but admire Pyo-wol’s face. Even if they were the same gender as him, they still find Pyo-wol too beautiful to look at.
Han Buyong’s reaction was even more dramatic.
“Oh my goodness!”
Suddenly, her face was dyed red like the sunset.
She stared at Pyo-wol’s face with an ecstatic expression.
“How could a man’s face be so beautiful? Older brother! Can we not kill him?”
“Crazy girl!”
“I’ll just take him with me!”
“Say something that makes sense.”
“I don’t want to kill him.”
“Quiet. Hurry up and kill him.”
“Hoo!”
Han Buyong sighed at Yang Cheol-hwan’s harsh words.
A sad light was evident on Han Buyong’s face.
She stretched out her hand and caressed Pyo-wol’s face, muttering,
“Look at this skin. How is it so smooth? Hoo!”
She put her face on Pyo-wol’s cheek with an expression that looked like she was about to cry.
“Crazy bitch!”
“This sucks.”
The men who saw her said one word at a time.
Han Buyong glared at them.
“You’re just jealous—”
“Are you not going to kill him?”
“I’m going to kill him. A handsome man like this must die at the hands of a beautiful woman like me.”
Sreung!
Han Buyong took out a small dagger from her bosom and held it up.
It was a dagger with poison smeared on it.
The poison in the dagger is so strong that just brushing against it could immediately mean death.
Han Buyong pointed the dagger towards Pyo-wol’s neck with tears in her eyes.
Yang Cheol-hwan and the men looked at Han Buyong with an interested expression.
They were well aware of Han Buyong’s perverted tendencies.
In particular, she was morbidly obsessed with handsome men. She had a perverted tendency that she would only be satisfied when she killed them with her own hands.
“Hi, my love.”
She whispered in Pyo-wol’s ear and thrust the dagger into it. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not push the dagger forward.
“What?”
Startled, Han Buyong’s eyes widened.
What greeted her was Pyo-wol looking at her.
Han Buyong’s dagger was held in between Pyo-wol’s fingers.
“You— didn’t you fall asleep?”
She was surprised that her Dream Soul Incense didn’t work. But it didn’t take a while for her expression to change. Her expression became sharp again.
“How nice would it be if you just died quietly. You’re making this complicated for no reason.”
Han Buyong channeled qi into her hand that was holding the dagger. However, the dagger remained unmoving in Pyo-wol’s hand.
“Hiic!”
Han Buyong’s face turned red in an instant.
“This bastard!”
“He was awake!”
Yang Cheol-hwan and his men, who came to their senses belatedly, rushed out defensively.
Pyo-wol scanned their faces one by one.
Those who met his eyes trembled without realizing it. They all felt a ghastly feeling similar to being thrown into a snake pit.
“You—?”
When Yang Cheol-hwan was about to say something to Pyo-wol,
Puk!
Pyo-wol took Han Buyong’s dagger and used it to stab her in the throat.
“Keuk!”
Han Buyong vomited up bubbles of blood with an expression of disbelief. Pyo-wol plunged the dagger deeper into her neck.
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